My uncle could have never known the significance of how God would use his death to cement into my marrow insights about myself and my calling to serve God. It’s been almost two weeks, since I waited with his lifeless body in the room where he slipped away in his sleep, for the funeral home to arrive. I’m thankful for being able to share with Him the life he could experience in Christ and to have been able to baptize him in the ocean in 2006. Over the last few years he started to comprehend and grow into what it meant to be forgiven, to embrace wholeness, and freedom from brokenness.
We take every breath we are given for granted. We’re not promised tomorrow or even to make it to the end of today. All of us eventually “return to dust.” Between now and then, when we inhale for the last time never to exhale again, how are we choosing to spend our days? My prayer recently has been to be able to embrace the words of the psalmist and not just murmur them. “Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom (90:12).”
God help me to not succumb to living today in some lackadaisical fashion. Help me to spend my time with eternity in mind. Assist me to “love well, as it is lasting beyond the temporal horizon of this world. Prod me onward with an unrelenting passion to serve and disturb your people to be a sign, witness, and foretaste of your kingdom. Amen.
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